A story - fiction - A wet afternoon - part 1
It's a rainy afternoon and I'm sitting at a table in a coffeeshop. I'm reading a magazine about photography. My drink is a large skinny latte with an extra shot. The tables in this establishment aren't the largest I've ever come across. They are about the size of terrace tables you get in Paris. It is quite busy, but I'm lucky, so far nobody wants to share my table. For the right person(s) I wouldn't have an issue sharing the table. I hear a voice, asking, are these two chairs free please? I look up and see two good looking, well dressed men in their early thirties. They aI say, be my guest. I continue to read my magazine and sort of overhear the two men are talking about a sailing holiday they are planning. As I said, the tables aren't very big, and on more than one occasion the knee of the man next to me touches my leg. I'm sure that this is a coincidence due to the size of the table. Then he says, I'm sorry, I don'...